This is the second part two; I hope you will like it. Mostly because I felt like the different meeting left everyone frustrated and I became hesitant to tell the story but I had this in my head since my muse decided to come up with this story. This meeting in two part. This is the second one and the first one was sunlight lies

I disclaim everything

This chapter is unbeta, and my proof reading abilities do not allow me to say that I have not missed some errors. So sorry.


Moonlight truth


It had been a mistake. She quickly threw her clothes in a bag. She could still make it out of town if she left before dawn. The penumbra would be a welcome cover. She looked around her discarded room; panic had never been an Allie for her mind. She needed to leave no trace of her exit. Right now, the room looked more like a war zone than a room to which she would come back.

She stopped in her tracks; she sat and regrouped her thoughts. Where did she go wrong? Where was she supposed to start? Coming to inner kingdom was a mistake, what she felt must be a charm or magic gone wrong. Now she knew that it was impossible to feel as she felt for a stranger. It could only be dark magic's work. He had enough witches to render it possible. The longer she stayed, the easier it would be to lose herself. She has a limited amount of options. She could go to Bennett castle or the border.

What will happen if king Niklaus chose you? The foreshadowing words of that young witch echoed in her brain.

He doesn't like witches and I can defend myself. Damned be her arrogance if she had not been so wrong. She could defend herself all right; she had no problems taking on old vampires, young wolves, or baby born hybrids. However, with king Niklaus, she had a run for her money. He could have pushed the blade in, deeper than he did and it was her own blade. Her fingers carefully trailed on her left breast, the cut did not heal yet, and it would take some time. She could heal it but her pride would not let her do so. She needed a reminder of her stupidity. She moved to face her mirror, a glimpse at the cut and she reminisced the scene. His deep mocking voice, the glimmer of mad joy in his eyes, and all his attention entirely directed at her.

Your dagger on my heart, my knife on your heart. Look at us both unharmed. The chuckles were sickening, and they were response to her agitation. She had hesitated; she never hesitated. She was a skilled killer. He had pressed on her wooden dagger. He had willingly walk toward death by her hand, she had panicked, and she was willing to stop. It had appeared that it was not in her power to hurt him. With an aghast expression, wild eyes and an erratic heart she had been powerless. She had been incapable to stop the chain reaction he started. Her dagger broke, it burst, and his fingers stopped a piece of wood on the point to collide with her eyes. She had opened her eyes just to meet his fascinating blue one. It was intoxicating and it lured her.

Then she had dropped her guard and on top of her heart's center, the dagger edentate her skin. If pushed deeper it would have been the end of her. It felt like a burning mark. It felt like hot iron colliding with her soft cold skin but it was the opposite. It was cold blade meeting her warm skin. A small cut, it almost could be invisible but it was right there in the middle of her chest. It was small but deep, only few inches away from the beating organ. Reddish line, tainting her smooth and perfect skin, it was deep enough to leave a scar. The bastard marked her

She pulled her collar higher; she wanted to hide it. She could not clear his grin from her mind; she simply could not erase the invading thoughts of him. Him so foreign but so familiar to her. Him so repulsive by his nature but so attractive to her because he was he. She pulled the meager reserve of food she had and she grabbed her bag. She was ready to leave.

She veiled the room, removing all trace of her past presence. A last glance at the mirror, her new mark once again revealed itself. Her collar had fallen; another invading memory of him licking her blood from the blade in a lecherous manner came in the front of her mind. She pulled the collar and was out of the room. She embraced the darkness of the night and hoped for the best. Decision made, she was leaving inner kingdom, and even the Bennett castle would not be a safe haven. She needed to run where he could not reach her.


The haze of the full moon would have tempered his sanity any other night, however tonight the rush of energy was welcome. The wolf's inner impute was less present. He needed a way to kill the endless rambling about the imprint. Their Bonnie was gone but the mate, she was here. She was all he could dream she would be and all he wished she would not be, a proud witch.

He had suspected that she would not be cooperative. He had miscalculated, he never did. Klaus never did a miscalculation; it was an advantage of having no emotions and no consciousness to weight on his choice. Cold hard reasoning was amplified. He had challenged her, judged her strength and he was impressed. He had shown to her, the disadvantageous position she was in, and her incapacity to best him. Therefore, she would fall in line. She should have fallen in line. However, he had miscalculated; she was the untamed type. His mate was one of a kind.

She chose to run. She was a smart one also; she had hid her disappearance well. Mere vampire, Wolf, or hybrid would have had hard time tracking her. There was no scent left behind, it was all wiped clean. Sadly for her and fortunately for him, he had consumed her blood. It was not out of pure pleasure that he had licked that blade. Yet there had been great pleasure, bliss of sensations. It would be quite easy to find her but he had to do it before losing to the moon.

"Keep the house safe, everything must be left undisturbed." He shouted the other to his accompanying guard. The last thing he needed was a search party distracting him and alerting her. He pulled his son Marcel to the side and whispered something to his ear. The prince nodded and sped out. Extra precautions were welcome. He took a last glance at the room and he was on his way to get her.

This night brought all sort of memories. Deja vu was never a comforting feeling but having the wolf whining almost rendered him insane. Destiny seems always to repeat itself, such a cruel joke. I lost my imprints and it broke me. You want to follow a similar path, I thought you more perspective. There were no lies; it seemed to be a reenactment of that fatidical night. The scenery was the same, the main actors were technically unchanged or just the leading lady was replaced. The other perpetrators were eliminated of the board. It was she against him

She had to choose the border, it would have thought her more original, but she was a witch. They were predictable creature, even the exceptional one. He sped and made his way through the plethora of trees. Avoiding each of them with ease, tracking her was easier than he thought. She was making no effort to mask her presence.

He started to be alert; paranoia was a second nature. He was quite right; he dodged it just fast enough. Magical traps, he could have been absorbed into one. This was promising. He landed on the branch to map the perimeter. If she had placed a lot of her little parting gift, it would be easier to find them from this height.


Screw that bastard, she thought she had more time, a boom detonated and she looked behind her. He activated a trap; he was close. She had underestimated him, she should learn from past mistakes. The hybrid was sneaky but she could outsmart him. He had no way to track her; her scent was completely dull. The border was only few miles away. She could make a run for it or be smart about it and let the wolf take over. She was a mate not an imprint. She would have no difficulties out running the animal if the need to follow her took him.

She settled behind a bush, it might take time but she had learned her lesson. She could not take the hybrid, so she would not attempt to do so. She touched her little cut again and looked at the dark sky. The moon draw bigger, it rose higher and illuminated her surroundings. She would not have to wait long; it would be full and bloody soon. Twigs cracked, her breath died in her lungs, she could sense him; he was closer than he should be. He had avoided her remaining trap, she had put them to slow him down, and she still had no heart to wound him. She needed to fix that if she wanted to survive him.

She stood up; her plan was falling in pieces. The speed to which he was moving was knocking out the machinery of her well thought plan. The leaves whistled as they hit the floor, more twigs cracked, and her heart skipped a beat. She could hear each of his movement; he was teasing her senses. There were no way a creature of his caliber was that loud, he must have found her, and this had turn into a hunting game for him. He was playing with his prey; he was playing with her. She put back her backpack; it seemed she had no choice. He left her no choice; he pushed her into a narrow corner. It was a run for it, so be it.

The wind blew her heavy mane away, her skin heated from the effort. Her feet almost flew from the ground, her bag bounced in every direction. She was running; she ran until her lungs could not comply with the demand of oxygen. However, Bonnie never stopped; the thought of possible captivity under a tyrannical king pushed her. Nothing could stop her, four miles approximately or maybe five she could reach the border.

A little blanket found its way out of a little opening in her bag; she hastily grabbed it before it could fly away. It was an old baby blanket, a gift from her mother. Her mother, the silent woman, the stranger. That woman her father made so little reference about and when he did, his voice was full of sadness. She hurriedly pushed it in. she barely cared that half of the soft fabric was still hanging out. She ran faster, her feet only making contact with the ground for millisecond. The wind brought tears to her eyes and clogged her nostril.

Another twig broke, and then successively leaves whistles and the wind blew a sad lullaby. How close was he? How far was she? Two miles or two miles and a half, she had no way of finding out, she looked behind her with despair. She thought she heard a mocking laugh; maybe it was paranoia. She wanted to stop, to take a breath but he was so close. He was so close that she felt his emotion overlapped hers, the slight sickening joy, the empty need, and the constant duality. He was doing it again; he was talking to her without words. He was hijacking her thought but this time it was less strong. She could still escape him.

A mile maybe or less, she would make. The witch raised her head but it was too late. She had not seen it coming; his thoughts had lured her. Every other day, it would have never gone unnoticed, every other day Bonnie would have avoided it. However, she was busy eavesdropping in his thoughts, she eavesdropped out of fascination. The Hopkins girl was so fascinated that she lost connection with her surroundings. She walked straight in.


Precautions, he never failed to take them. He had learned his lesson; prey always escaped when one was not prepared. She was as clever as a fox; she was making him proud mate. However, in this current situation all her cleverness was unwelcome. Avoiding all her trap had taken a considerable amount of time. If Klaus dared say, his mate represented a challenge. The moon draw behind him, it grew bigger and his extra senses were triggered.

His natural abilities were heightened; it was a welcome help at this time. If the wolf became cooperative, she held no chance against him. As if fortune had picked his side, the wolf behaved. Gone were the snarky comments, it seemed being in this forest had frightened it. Coward, always the coward leaving him to clean the mess. Klaus hastened his steps and was on the right path. With the full moon to amplify his abilities, he became capable to track the scent she put so much effort to hide. It should be a crime to mask such delectable fragrance. His olfactory sense seemed to have merged with his fine palate; he could taste on his tongue the citrus and the vanilla that heavily coated her scent.

His skin vividly came back to life reacting to the embrace of the wind, which carried her scent. He sniffed the air and easily found her; she was hiding in one of the bush. He climbed higher on the tree and rested. He eyes rested on her beautiful silhouette, she was deep in thoughts beautiful pensive. Midnight hair spread in unruly manner around her shoulder, a single beautiful curl traced the path of her spine and dangled until her lower back. Wind offering suave caress on her shivering skin, his eyes focused on the single goosebumps raising on it. He purposely walked on a twig and on cue, her head turned to face his direction. She felt watch and the usual tingle were back.

Sharp senses. He thought. Her beautiful green irises glimmered in the dark night; she took in her surroundings. Her eyes looked for him and found him even if it was with no visual were not physical but in the instant, she knew she found him. Her body instantly tensed, she stared again alert to any sound, and so he teased her. She started running and making no effort, he trailed after her. The chase was entertaining; Klaus had missed the thrills of such activities. In eighteen years, life had turn in a taciturn monochromatic event, he was literally dead inside, and only his different episodes brought him to life.

He saw her erase the distance between her and the border. It must have been ready by now; Marcel must have executed his order. He only needed to wait until she ran straight into it; he doubted it would work that easily but it would be enough to stop her. The moon grew wider and he felt his control slip away. Not right now, not when he was so close to his goal, he only needed a bit of his time. He had leaved on borrow time for eighteen years but he was steal greedy. The wolf slowly started creeping to the surface; he could feel his skin warmed to the change.

He grew distracted and the moon called to his nature; the call went unanswered. He was making a herculean effort to maintain the change at bay. Here they were maybe a mile away from the border. As he became in touch with the wolf, she started to seem distracted. Was it that the duality of his personality affected her? Therefore, he let it spill a bit more. If his fragility affected her, so be it. She was so unfocused; her head repeatedly strayed away from her original direction. His mates lost her focus or more accurately changed her focus. She was focused on him, her eyes were staring to what seemed like nothing, but there were staring at him. There were staring to place where she assumed him to be.

In her distraction, she walked straight into it, Klaus was sure that in any other day, she would have noticed, and she would have tried to work her way around it. The Claire girl was not as powerful as his mate was. However, she was powerful enough for that little task.


It was too late when she took notice of it. Bonnie tried to whisper a counter spell but it was too late, her petite body slammed into the shield. Her head hit the invisible barrier first and her body collided next. The collision's strength propelled her backward. She flew meter away, she lost consciousness as she collided with the barrier.

She reached the ground as his fingers grasped on her backpack. Her temple busted open and blood spilled as her blanket flew out of the bag he was holding. Guided by the wind, the little piece of textile found his way on the pool of blood forming near the Hopkins girl head. He had been too slow; he was never slow. The moon distracted him and the wolf preoccupied him. If anything happened to her.

He looked around to catch a glimpse of her body; he still held in his hand her broken backpack. In his panicked state, he missed her unconscious frame. If she was hurt or if a single curly hair was misplaced on his mate head, may the lord have mercy on the Claire girl. He had asked for a barrier not a weapon. He looked disoriented; his hands flew to the ground looking for her body. He could see in the dark but right now, his abilities were impaired because of the full moon.

He was losing his perspicacity, a vivid color stood out. The light pink piece of textile contrasted with the dark surroundings. He glared at it not right now, not another round of this Bonnie madness. The forest must have been affecting him more, the possibility that his mate was hurt must have been playing trick on his mind. He was less lucid because of the imminent shift. He tried to run opposite to the object of discord but curiosity bested his reason.

He carefully made his way toward it and stopped when his vision abruptly came back. Destiny seemed always to repeat itself. It was a cruel joke. How many times did he have to relive that scene? As if the nightmare, the continuous lash out were never enough. The portrait painted were not vivid enough, the wolf memories were too blurry. Life had made a choice to produce its own reenactment.

Where did he go wrong? What missteps did he make along the way? He felt the tremor rise from deep in within. Was it a gloating laugh? Was it a mad laugh? He could not run like the wolf, he could not bury himself. He stared at the pink blanket just near to it laid her body. He fell on his knee; his legs had lost the ability to support him. The blood scent invaded his nostril, clogged his mind. He had no control on his primal instinct during the moonlight. Right now with the successive episode, he had no control on his shift. Klaus was still in his vampire form because he did not want to let go of his mate.


The moon became overbearing, it started to gain a bloody color. How fitting, he thought. He looked at the sky with languishment then dropped his baby blue eyes filled with a dying flame on the ground. His irises started to shift between melting gold and fading cobalt. As quickly as the moon grew bigger and overtook the sky, his most primal instincts started to rise. Niklaus could not keep it at bay longer. There was already a crack. Something was pouring through his broken self.

The wind blew violently and leaves flew around them. They whirled around his frozen body and circled her unconscious frame never quite touching their bubble. It was an extremely beautiful night, the sky was bath in orangeade color, and the capricious moon illuminated her mocha skin. The leaves seemed to create layers of wall around them as they flew where the wind guided them. The pool of blood was brought to light and green leaves where lazily falling from the sky.

It was too much of a beautiful night to have such a tragic ending. Losing his mate where he lost his imprint. He wanted his chance to hide too; he wanted the wolf to take over. However, awkwardly the animal had never been more silent. He did not notice that he was showing emotion until his hand accidentally was exposed to his wet skin.

His hand shakily searched the origin of the tears traveling from his cheek to his eyes. He was crying; he was feeling something as a whole being, not as a wolf nor a vampire but as a hybrid. What had triggered the symbiosis of his being? The wind blew one more time and her scent, her true one. Unmasked, not tampered by her magic her scent assaulted him, the exact same pink blanket. He took him time to comprehend what he had done by instinct but he had switched on. The wolf had sleep through the crack not to take over but to help. It was silent because it was free.

Vanilla orchid, dry hibiscus , citrus, wolf and vampire or rather vanilla orchid, dry hibiscus, citrus and a hint of his own scent. A hint of his own scent deeply ingrained in her skin, deeply linked to her own scent. The moon amplified his most primal aspect; imprinting was primal. A bloody blanket could she be clearer about her identity. The familiar sensation, eighteen years, and it felt the same.

Boom, boom, and boom it echoed so loudly that it almost deafened him. Eighteen years, a full circle closed after another chase. She was there; she was lying on the ground with her pink blanket tainted by her warm blood. He found her the way he lost her. More leaves fell isolating her body as if they drew a path toward her, he could not walk, and his bones were starting to crack. He crawled toward her, he did his best but the moon was working against him and his newly found emotions had quickly triggered the shift.

The moon became omnipresent, its weight slowing Klaus' motion. He pushed with his last resolve; he needed to know that she was here with him. This night had fused her into one his mate and his imprint much like it has fused his fractional half. It was she; it was his, "Bonnie" he whispered when his hand circled her face. Her scent now filled his entire space there was no mistake it was his Bonnie, alive, she was unconscious but she was alive.

He let out a little cry; it was more painful than everything that he could was his first real turn in eighteen years. His back broke to rearrange itself. He did not let go of her, his finger were breaking against her soft skin, his phalanges rearranging themselves. His newly heated skin warmed her cold one. "Bonnie…Bonnie…bon…" he repeatedly called her name until his vocal cord started producing sound closer to howling. Fur started covering his naked skin, as his body broke free of his close restraint.

"Hun… yes" she answered to her name and fell back in the welcoming bliss. The sound of her voice, he had never believed he would hear it once. Her responding to her name made him let go, it brought him back from his own death. That death, which had followed her fictive one. The last remaining of his skin was covered by fur, the wolf was reborn by her feet, and it licked her cut to heal it. Niklaus laid by her side as the wind blew more leaves and he howled to the benevolent moon.


The wolf died because she died so it was only fair Bonnie brought him back to life. Please review, follow, and fav. Kisses until the next chapter. And my elbow will be fine It is swollen but just need to have a lot of motion to get the joints active.